Filed under: Being Mere
Do you remember when I got my teeth whitened like 100 years ago and I posted about it on my blog and then some writer wanted to include me in an article she put on MSN or something? And I made comments about Survivor and The Hills and I sounded 12 when I was really 32? And my sister-in-law’s friends found it and I was famous for being vain for like 12 seconds?
I just got call from some teeth bleacher reformist who wants to interview me for a study he is doing to publish a paper on standardizing teeth bleaching or some such shit.
My life is so fucking weird.
Filed under: Being Mere
I am off. I am in full PMS mode and have the day off – I could not have timed it better if I tried.
The mom has volunteered to do anything that needs to be done outside of the house. I am still in my pj’s. I have sorted 8 months worth of receipts and am ready to put 2-3 months of those into the computer. My goal is to send a spreadsheet of my expenses to my tax guy by March 15. I think I might be able to do it sooner at this pace.
I am already formulating a plan to stay more on top of this next year. Of course, I do this EVERY year when it comes time to put the majority of the receipts into the computer. And every year around May I say fuck it and just keep cramming things in a drawer. At least I am smart enough to put everything in one place. But it sort of scares me when I am opening bills from May 2007 in late Feb 2008. I mean they all got paid…but ya know….just weird.
The rest of the day will be spent cleaning this house – a chore I have neglected for the most part with how busy I have been. Then I will ready more of Duma Key, which I am enjoying immensely. I am also emailing friends I have not spoken to in quite awhile and generally catching up on the life I have ignored over the last 8 weeks.
Filed under: Being Mere
So….I don’t want to jinx myself….BUT….I have tonight “off”. Sad to say, but maybe the first evening to myself in a week or more? An evening where I am home from work at a normal hour – 5:00 ish – with no work to do tonight? Well, there is work I CAN do but nothing I HAVE to do.
So, Mere. Whatcha gonna to do with your free time? Re-watch Lost and work on your taxes? Damn straight!
AND! AND!!!!! I THINK I might have tomorrow off! A DAY. To MYSELF. I can barely contain the possibilities of a day where I might not have to wear heels and makeup. It sounds like winning the lotto.
Is it sort of sad that the fact that I can relax means I won’t? I am already stressing about the fact that I should be looking for more deals. Sad, huh?
Filed under: Uncategorized
It was close, but apparently you cannot die of fatigue. Not when there is cheese and wine and champagne to enjoy.
I braved the morning and went to my first Bootcamp class in almost 2 weeks. I was pleased to still have my cough as proof I was not faking being sick. I am not sure why I feel like I need to prove I was ill, I just do. About 20 minutes into class I was OVER the cough. I was also over the running and the “red hots*” which are just cruel. Usually, when we do upper body work the way to make it harder is to stick one leg way out in front of you or way out to the side. And usually, my legs are sticking out. Today, I had lost enough strength to even get through a full set of the curl/press/redhots and remained not so firmly on two feet, feeling weak and wobbly.
THEN! When I got home! And got naked! RASH!!! From ankle to boob. Little raised red bumps all up and down my body. Wheee!
In the past, like 28 years ago, I became allergic to 2 frequently prescribed antibiotics. Specifically, I broke out in hives. And I remember not being allowed to wait in the waiting room of the doctors office since they were worried I had chicken pox. I also remember crying in the exam room because I had hives on the bottom of my feet and they ITCHED and my mean mother laughed and would not scratch them.
Do you see why I am the way I am? The abuse I had to go through?
Anyway – rash. All over. I took a bath to sooth the angry red bumps, but they are still pissed off. I guess I will call my doctor and tell her. I took the last pill yesterday, so unless I am suddenly allergic to wine and cheese, I think it is the drugs.
*red hot: With weights at your side lift straight out so your arms are parallel to the ground, then bring the weights in front of you, remaining parallel to the ground, then back out to the side, then down. Move only arms, do not sway body to help the movement – repeat 5-10 times and wait for tears.
Filed under: nights in the city
It was said…maybe 100 times in 4 hours? Only the ‘r’s is that sentence were mere hints of a sound. But you must very be careful when you remove tinfoil from a dish with hot water inside. Very be careful.
And every time she said it I laughed. I could not help it. This immigrant, with all the joie de vie a woman could want, a success is every sense of the word, kept taking this phrase and making it the most funny and charming saying ever.
A friend had a very adult sounding party with a pastry chef giving lessons on how to make no less than 5 decadent desserts. And the champagne flowed.
I am still in sugar shock. But I will let the real writer (and confirmed dessert freak) and the real host explain. I mean they took pics (I pray there are none of me because I looked a mess). I just stood in the background so I could get to the cheese appetizer in the other room and laughed.
Filed under: Work
I woke up feeling like crap today. I pushed it too hard yesterday with the showing of property in a town 45 minutes away and the hanging around the office in counter-offer mode and the wrangling of new clients. I probably did not eat enough for dinner since I woke at 4 am to a growling tummy, but it was all I could manage before falling into bed.
I had the epiphany that if I was this busy 2 years ago it would have meant I was making about $30K a month. But most of my deals have referral fees attached – up to 50% of the commission – and they are small checks. I am happy to get them, but I am working 10 times harder than I did in 2006 or 2005.
I keep waiting for the lull so I can enjoy the fun stuff….drinks with a friend I have not seen in forever tonight….dinner at a clients on Friday (will turn into a listing)….champagne in SF on Saturday….and a baby shower on Sunday. In between I am trying to fit in showing property and an open house and signing off a client and meeting another to discuss listing their home in the next few weeks. I know I will get it all done. But thinking about that list is a little overwhelming.
I turned down the job I was offered last week. After all the bonuses it would have been about $60K a year with a group of women I would have LOVED to work with. But, I think I can make $60K in real estate before summer hits us, so it needed to wait. The women were lovely and we left the door open. I can approach them as they expand if I am still interested.
Since all I do is work, there is nothing else to report. A friend got a puppy that I have no time to meet. Another friend went on a hot and steamy first date and I had to wait for details since I was at work. Other friends I have not seen in months.
In 2 weeks, when the actual checks start rolling in, I am sure I will sound less bitter. In truth, I am not bitter. Just tired. I will buy myself a little vacation when those checks come.
Filed under: I make me laugh
“Oh. My. God. They skinned Oscar the Grouch and carpeted the house with him!”
*response to comments – I linked him so you might join me in terror of this truly horrible carpeting! The BEST part was the bathroom with a blue sink, toilet, tub and red shag – so Elmo was sacrificed, too.
Filed under: Home Ownership
I tend to live in noise. I get my quiet at an open house, in someone else’s home, where listening for car doors and footsteps seems important.
I wake in the morning and Monday to Friday and Sunday, I click on the radio, listening to my morning show during the week and the ‘chill’ out 4-hour session on Sundays. I find tv too distracting in the am.
Late mornings, afternoons and evenings, even if I am not watching the tv is on for company. The sleep timer turning the boob tube off for me each night.
In my car, the radio is always on unless there is someone to chat with. Someone to sing with at full volume is always better. The times where I do need to drive in silence are painful because I am always thinking “should my car be making that noise?”
Tonight, after a long day that I probably should have spent in bed, I am deep in the newest Stephen King novel. Both the cat and I suddenly look over the window, where the wall meets the ceiling. Scampering.
Not. Good.
The next half hour finds me banging on the ceiling trying to see if I can scare whatever hides above my bed. The cat is still looking for ways to climb higher to see what is up there. Ever my protector, he is standing watch at the foot of the bed.
I think I need to call a professional.
Filed under: Work
Now we know all the reasons your job is better than mine – those regular paychecks, the insurance, days off, sick pay, holidays….I get it.
BUT! Does your client call and ask you if you might lose your license if you were busted for prostitution?
I had to stop and think. Could I lose my license if I was busted for prostitution? I had no idea. I mean I would think not at first glance. Then I fired up the Dept of RE website – and I think what I read was that I could indeed lose my license for at least 2 years if I was convicted or plead guilty to a misdemeanor.
So I called my (cop) client back and told him he won the best work call EV-AH and that I think this gal is taking it to court in hopes of getting off (no pun intended). Now I am dying to know who it is!! Might I know her?
